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Levi’s never been close to the mayor’s manor before, much less inside it. The odds of there being someone hostile inside were pretty high, but so were the odds of there being helpful supplies as well. It was a small miracle to be greeted by a welcoming butler, even if he seems to be infected with the same disease as the rest of the townsfolk.
It was still strange to be told that the mayor himself was waiting for him. Why Levi? Surely the mayor doesn’t know about his deserting, right? Why would he? And why would he even care when it came to the matters of just some cannon fodder from the orphanage?
With the Bremen army around, it’s entirely possible that this is a trap set up by that one Bremen lieutenant from the bunker. But then again, why didn’t he just shoot Levi earlier if he wanted him dead?
The questions just make Levi’s head hurt, so he stops asking them. What’s more important is seeing what this mayor has to offer. If it really is a trap, Levi still has his rifle and that’s already made quick work of the more aggressive townspeople. It should be even easier to fight indoors thanks to less room for any targets to get away.
Walking along the apparent path to the dining room, Levi can’t help but notice the shards of glass littering the floor in various spots; the obvious source of them being the broken mirror near one of the doors. It’s strange how all of the mirrors in the houses he’s already been in have been broken like this. Maybe this sickness makes people afraid of mirrors? Do illnesses even work like that?
Levi’s grip on his rifle tightens as he hears the clattering of silverware from the room ahead.
Whatever’s in there better be worth it.
Turning the corner, Levi nearly forgets how to breathe at the sight of the hulking monster before him. Even sitting behind the dining room table, the form of Prehevil’s mayor towers far above the malnourished ex-soldier. This is far unlike any of the other deformed souls around town. It’s impossible to tell where the mayor’s eyes are looking, yet Levi feels him staring down at him.
“Newcomer... new comes... then the new goes... Just in time... For dinner. Sit down.” The mayor grunts, gesturing to an open seat at the table.
Newcomer? But Levi’s not…
He feels a sense of anger begin to emanate from the mayor’s untrackable stare, so Levi quickly takes a seat in an attempt to placate the man monster creature.
“Newcomer... Isn't it peaceful here? I am glad to see you're not a complete looney yet, unlike those others…”
Was this really the mayor? There’s something about him that seems familiar, but Levi can’t place how or why.
“You saw those people didn't you? One can only wonder what happened to the folks around these parts... They've drifted far from humanity. Only thing they seem interested in is scavenging the scraps around the old town. How am I to have in-depth discussions with them? I want to talk about poetry, music... and culinary arts...”
It’s especially strange how well spoken this monster is compared to those outside, but…
“You don’t seem normal yourself either…” Levi accidentally blurts out. Could the mayor not know what’s happened to himself?
The mayor slams his fists on the dining room table, making Levi jump in his seat. “What are you talking about!?”
“I-I didn’t mean anything by it…!” He really didn’t, but it might be better to keep his mouth shut on such matters while he’s so close to this thing.
“You don't come barging in to other folk's houses and call them weirdos. You seen yourself? What kind of adult man uses overalls?” The mayor grumbles, but it seems to satisfy him. Levi meanwhile is not sure how to feel about the attack on his own appearance. “Newcomer... You haven't touched the food yet... These are rare delicacies you can only find in Prehevil... I've traveled from afar just to experience them... Pick these for example... Don't they look absolutely delicious... Use your imagination... Food can be as inspiring as the highest forms of painted art or the most complicated musical arrangements...”
Levi looks at the food on the plate before him. It’s two slices of some kind of meat, but they look like parts of some kind of organ…? Even with an empty stomach, they don’t look appetizing in the slightest.
The mayor looks over at him. “What comes to your mind when you look at these dangling beauties?”
Is… he asking what Levi thinks they are? Is this a test of some kind?
“Mea…Meat…balls?” Levi questions. Still wary, he takes a bite of what’s been put on his plate. The meat is somehow both too bloody and too dry at the same time. It’s as if all of the saliva has been absorbed by the meat like a sponge with the blood replacing it.
“Meatballs... Surely you have never visited Prehevil before. Such common courses are not dealt around these parts...” The mayor judges with disappointment dripping from his voice.
Was this what the elite in Prehevil ate? That couldn’t be, right? Part of Levi wants to speak up about how he is from Prehevil, but his more rational brain instead focuses on swallowing. It doesn’t help his aching hunger in the slightest.
Even with the “meatballs” not being finished, the mayor adds yet another disturbing food item to Levi’s plate. “Let's see... Yes… What about this little squirmy thing... What comes to your mind?”
Squirmy thing is the next best descriptor for whatever this is. Levi sits in shock looking at the wriggling form of what’s somehow a living penis disconnected from its original owner. There’s nothing else it can be. Parts of it are still covered in deformities, signaling that this was likely taken from one of the townspeople.
Levi’s mouth somehow goes drier than before. “I… I don’t… know…”
The mayor doesn’t seem pleased by this. “Oh… But I insist!”
In an attempt to please the mayor, Levi stabs into the meat and brings it to his mouth. It doesn’t stop moving. He tries to think of it as just a strange sausage that’s perhaps been affected by the terrible happenings in Prehevil. Not from a person at all.
But… if it is from a person, that would mean the meatballs from before were…
Levi sputters and chokes, spitting out the little bit of meat that went down his throat. It's too much for him. No matter what happens, he can't make himself eat a person!
The sound of shattering dishes fills the room as the mayor suddenly stands up, knocking over the table and causing everything to fall onto the floor. "HOW DARE YOU! I SPENT ALL DAY ON THIS MEAL AND YOU SPIT ON MY HOSPITALITY?!"
It was stupid to think there'd be any way out of this other than fighting. Levi goes to grab his rifle, but it's quickly ripped out of his hands and thrown against the wall by the beast of a man in front of him. Before Levi can even react, his own body is grabbed by the waist and is lifted up to look at the monster eye to eye.
"YOU LITTLE SHRIMP! YOU DRESS LIKE A CHILD, YOU BEHAVE LIKE A CHILD! PERHAPS YOU SHOULD BE PUNISHED LIKE A CHILD!" The mayor roars in Levi's face, the smell of rot overwhelming the smaller man's nostrils. Still holding him, the mayor sits back down and puts Levi over his knee.
He's not… right? Surely…
Levi's worries are confirmed as he hears and feels a hand ripping off the bottoms of his coveralls.
"No underwear… What are you? Some kind of pervert?" The mayor asks, sounding legitimately puzzled. Levi of course doesn't have an answer other than pathetic failed attempts at struggling out of the monster's grip.
All sight goes white for a moment when the first spank hits Levi's rear.
It's far more painful than the yardsticks from the orphanage. The force makes the pain go far past the skin and permeate Levi's muscles. It's clear that this creature is holding back as well, as a full force strike would probably break Levi's pelvis. This mercy doesn't stop Levi's screams from echoing across the manor.
"Ten… Ten should do you nicely…" The mayor mutters before laying down another smack.
Even with the deep physical pain, the mental damage from the sheer humiliation also overwhelms Levi's mind. When shit started getting dangerous, he was ready to fight, not this. As far as he knows, this is just a cruel first step before being made into something else on the menu himself.
Smack after smack, Levi cries louder and louder. Hot tears coat his face in the sheer agony of it all. He still tries covering his eyes as he wails, but the tears and snot still leak through the gaps of his fingers.
After what seems to be an eternity, the strikes finally stop. Levi initially sees it as a possible window of escape, but the stinging pain makes moving his legs at all its own kind of agony. He shakes within the monster’s grip like a child saved from a frozen lake, completely paralyzed by both pain and fear.
Levi lets out a yelp when the hand comes down again, but it doesn’t hit him this time. Instead, it begins to lightly rub his ass, as if to soothe it…? The contact however isn’t helping in the slightest, making Levi whimper uncomfortably in response.
“There… Lessons are meant to be learned…” The mayor says with a strange disconcerting shake to his voice. “Would you say you’ve learned your lesson, boy?”
The young soldier’s throat feels raw from screaming. “Yeaugh… Ye..sh…” He tastes blood in his mouth. He must’ve bitten his lip at some point while struggling.
“The education system… It’s clearly failing today’s youth… Table manners… Respecting authority… and…”
Fingers suddenly wrap around Levi’s dick, making him scream again. “NO! DON’T!” He screams, in fear of the sudden and complete removal of his genitals.
Instead, the mayor lets go and effortlessly lifts Levi’s ass higher by the edges of his coveralls. “So… You are a little pervert after all… Getting an erection from what’s meant to be a punishment.” An eerie smile spreads across the monster’s face. “Perhaps a far more fitting punishment is in order for the likes of you, then.”
He can’t! There’s no way in hell that Levi enjoyed any of that!
Unless… The rubbing…? But how could Levi have not noticed? Is this monster just even crazier than he thought?
Levi is once again lifted up, but is this time placed on the mayor’s lap. The first thing he feels on contact is the mayor’s clear erection from under his pants. A disturbing realization sets in as the mayor begins to uncloth it, prompting Levi to utilize all of his remaining adrenaline to try and run away.
He barely makes it past the flipped table before he is grabbed by his clothes and has his face slammed into the floor. A sickening crunch makes it clear to Levi that his nose has been broken. It’s not the first time it’s happened, but that doesn’t make it any less unpleasant.
Now much more disoriented, the mayor drags Levi back to the chair, this time putting the boy in a full nelson except under his legs instead. Levi’s arms are pinned to his sides by his own legs and the mayor’s massive arms.
“I NEVER SAID YOU COULD LEAVE, SHRIMP!” The mayor screams in Levi’s ear. “IF YOU WISH TO GAIN PLEASURE FROM YOUR PUNISHMENTS PERHAPS THIS WILL BE THE MOST FITTING FOR YOU!”
A finger enters Levi’s hole without any grace or care, although it is thankfully lubricated by… something. There’s no time to be thankful for it however, as it is soon joined by two more only seconds later, as well as something… soft and wet…?
Oh gods, it’s butter. The mayor has decided that the best course of action for a lubricant is whatever was in the butter dish.
The fingers move around methodically, trying to stretch the start of Levi’s hole as much as possible. Panic fills Levi as he looks down and sees the beast of a cock that’s being prepared to be put inside him once the mayor deems him stretched enough.
“I’m sorry!!! I didn’t mean to!!! Please just let me go!!!” Levi tries begging for some kind of mercy, but there is none waiting for him.
“Should have thought of that before you decided to disrespect me in my home…” The mayor mutters before removing his fingers. “Yes… That’s enough for you…”
It is most certainly not enough.
As the cockhead begins to slowly breach Levi’s hole, the soldier boy begins pounding his fists on the monster’s thighs in a desperate attempt to break free. It’s all in vain however, with as soon as the mayor deems himself to be properly lined up, he slams his cock into Levi.
Levi screams as he feels something being torn. It’s too big. It shouldn’t fit. Why is it fitting?
Is this going to be how he dies?
The mayor begins quickening his pace as he works himself deeper and deeper into Levi. Blood and butter serve as a twisted lubricant, helping him keep his speed.
Levi makes the mistake of opening his eyes and seeing the outline of the cock through his coveralls. The shape is unmistakable. He’s not sure which of his organs are meant to be there, but there’s no way they’re making it out of this undamaged.
Despite the agony, Levi continues to beat down on the mayor’s legs in his struggle. It’s not even something he’s consciously doing, it’s just his survival instinct repeating his last attempt at escape in hopes of something changing.
“Perfect… little ass…” The mayor grunts. “Soon… it’ll be nothing more than a pussy… Is that what you wanted?”
Levi doesn’t have the brain space to answer.
Suddenly, the mayor grabs Levi’s head.
“Let’s… give your pussy its first welcome, shall we?” The mayor says before completely sheathing himself inside of Levi and cumming.
The ex-soldier tries to scream, but there’s nothing left in him. All that comes out is hoarse croaking. He feels the trickles of cum and blood drip from his ass, but also… something else…?
He came too…
“There’s a good boy… With luck, maybe that pussy of yours will give me some good progeny…”
The mayor resumes his thrusting, somehow still erect. Has he been hard during the dinner as well? Was this how the dinner was always going to go?
These are questions Levi would normally think about, but he’s unable to from the sheer pain and overstimulation. No words run through his mind, just pain, agony, and the slightest bit of masochistic pleasure he has no way of digesting or understanding in the moment.
The next time the mayor cums inside Levi, the soldier boy nearly chokes as cum sputters out of his mouth. He once again makes the mistake of looking down and seeing not only the outline of the mayor’s cock using his body like a specially designated sock, but also another more stationary bulge in Levi’s stomach formed from the sheer amount of cum inside him.
That is the sight that makes Levi’s fists stop moving and make the rest of his body fall unconscious.
Levi stirs awake as he’s dumped unceremoniously on a bed in an unknown room. It’s much bigger than any bed he’s ever been on before, but that’s of little comfort when he feels himself slowly bleeding out through his torn asshole.
He opens his eyes slightly to see the mayor talking to someone in the hallway before leaving. That butler from the manor’s entrance then enters the room with a bottle containing some kind of light blue liquid.
“You were warned about minding your manners, were you not?” The butler sighs. He turns Levi’s body over like a ragdoll, giving him access to Levi’s bleeding hole. “This will do you just fine in the meantime.”
Levi doesn’t resist as the butler puts the opening of the bottle inside him before pouring it down inside his ruined insides. It’s not like he could resist anyway, but the effects of the bottle seem to dull the pain caused by the hell from earlier. Could it also be healing him?
He wants to ask questions or at least try escaping, but Levi’s far too tired. He doesn’t notice the sound of the door locking when the butler leaves him in the room. He doesn’t even know about the priest praying in a nearby room.
Oh well. Maybe someone else will open the door before the mayor.